"If we were to translate you some textbooks on other kinds of magic that should work in your world, could those get put on the flowers?"

"In principle, but I'm not going home after this."

"Where're you going?"

"Dunno yet!"

"Would you mind opening the door to your world for us first, so we can see if we can use the flowers?"

"It's not near any flowers."

"It's probably worth a little bit of travel."

"To be more exact my door is in an uninhabited alucine with all its contents burned to ash that has no portals out."

"Ah. Were you - stuck?"

"No, I'm an ostimancer, but I can't get you anywhere with flowers without abandoning the door. Please don't try to talk me into trying to make it work."

"I wouldn't be willing to lose the door either. We've got literal gods around, there might be a way without giving up anything."

"I have fucked up risk tolerance from my other magic please don't try to talk me into trying to make it work now that I know other worlds exist I'm never going to be content wandering between alucines again but I'm having to really make the wanderlust ride herd on the risk thing okay back off."

"Okay."

"Thanks!"

"Do you want to learn summoning or is that a dangerous topic too?"

"He just said he has a fucked up risk tolerance," Cam points out.

"I do!" agrees the security guy. "What is it?"

"Fuck it up and everyone dies."

"...yeah don't teach me that."

Sigh. "Thanks."

"You're welcome!" says the security guy.

"Do you happen to know the population of all the alucines?"

"Something like ten, twelve billion if there's not a large population cut off from flowers."

"Thanks. That's all we were curious about."

"No problem."

He goes back outside and sits down, heavily. "We need a better immortality solution."

"That'd be nice."

"Maybe the single non-evil Sauron has an infectious cure for mortality. Not that I'm sure I'd trust him on it."